| When the truth it strikes you like a lightning rod
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| And you can’t hold it in anymore
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| Then the pressure builds to breaking point
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| And the lion starts to roar
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| Cry, out, the sound of our fury
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| We shall stand as judge and jury
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| The beast and the whore, shall stand by the law
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| And we shall sound the call
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| Come, come, come the revolution
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| Hold us down and we shall rise
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| Come, come, come the revolution
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| Raise our voices to the skies
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| They’re thinking the unthinkable
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| And feed us cock and bull
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| We’ve been drinking the undrinkable
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| But now the cup is full
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| We’re taking a stand and staking the land
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| That lies beneath our feet
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| The web of lies have come unspun
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| The future has begun
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| Come, come, come the revolution
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| Hold us down and we shall rise
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| Come, come, come the revolution
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| Raise our voices to the skies
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| Come, come, come the revolution
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| Come, come, velvet revolution
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| Come, come, come the revolution
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| Come, come, viva la revolucion
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| Come, come, come the revolution
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| Hold us down and we shall rise
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| Come, come, come the revolution
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| Raise our voices to the skies |